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I love you like crazy? (spoiler alert, depending on what you consider a spoiler)

Saw the movie Like Crazy.

Plot line: A British girl and an American boy meet at college and fall in love like crazy (literally). Due to difficulties with her visa, they are unable to stay together in the same country and find themselves torn between making it work by visiting each other and trying to move on and see other people. The movie follows them over the course of several years and explores the complex human emotion surrounding companionship and being unable to let go of your first, true love.

 It killed me. I couldn’t handle the truth behind the story line, the truth behind the acting, and the truth behind the cinematography. It was a modern-day hipster account of love, effective because it didn’t seek to imply what the audience should feel. Minimalist scenes of mundane activities shared by lovers led the audiences to remember their own accounts of true love—love between lovers, love between friends, fake love, being in love with your career, and love between parents. By the end of the film I had gone on such an emotional roller coaster that I couldn’t wait for it to be over, and yet the last scene didn’t actually bring me any ease. At first, I hated it. I remember watching it and thinking…how does this resolve anything? 

And then I realized that that was the point of the movie. Love is never resolved. When you love someone that wholly and intensely, how can you expect that every moment with them won’t be filled and complicated? Especially after going through a world of experiences with them (again, literally)? It’s a little unrealistic to expect that after being apart for a few years you can re-enter a relationship and pick up exactly where you left off without any difficulty, after how much you have (or haven’t) grown up, and what you’ve seen, and the people you’ve had along the way. But it’s also unrealistic to think that you can ever leave someone you love that much completely behind. Making it work is tough, and the decision to do so is even harder. But how can you not make that decision when you have that much with someone? I think the actors come to that realization in the final scene, and are both filled with all of these questions that they don’t know the answers to. And that, to me, is a much more effective way to end a love story. By effective, I don’t necessarily mean enjoyable.

I’m not exactly sure what I mean. I guess I mean it in the literal sense; it affected me. It hit home somehow. It got me thinking about my own current complicated state of affairs in terms of love. How do you ever know when you’re ready to leave someone behind? How do you ever know when you’re ready to just give up after all that you have with someone, and after all that you’ve been through with someone? I don’t know what love is. I probably won’t ever know what love is. Or what love means. Or if I’m feeling it, or if I’ve fallen out of it. That’s what the movie did to me. And that scares me.

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